Part three! Whoo! I forgot to put a disclaimer on the first two, so, here ya go.

Disclaimer - I did not create/I do not own any of these characters. These characters were created by the creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon.

Angelus point of view

Angel had once had a discussion with Spike while he lay in a hospital in Wolfram & Hart, healing from a deranged Slayer's torture. Spike had come to understand the poetry behind his soul and all the ways they'd been monsters for centuries. "I never stopped to look at the victims," The blond had commented wryly.

"I couldn't take my eyes off them." Angel had said, bitterness twisting his memory.

How right he'd been.

Angelus' gaze was riveted on the Slayer, his dark eyes wandering with nothing short of greedy delight over her taunt little body, jerking at the chains his Sire had so thoughtfully chained her in. He was impressed, but not amazed that she'd gone after Buffy. Darla had always been the jealous type -- even with Angel. Angelus boasted no such loyalty to anyone, really. He admired, enjoyed the blonde vampire crooning in his ear, pressing herself intimately against him -- but he didn't love her.

Sometimes he didn't even like her.

But there was a certain element of affection in the way he turned his face toward her, nipped her earlobe, inhaled her scent and rumbled his pleasure at her intended present.

Eyes on Buffy, he chuckled throatily. "You always did know how to please me, love." With a dawning smile, he turned and kissed Darla hungrilly, delighting in the waves of revulsion and somewhere she'd never admit to, hurt flowing off the petite Slayer chained in the corner. Drawing back, he turned and shrugged his shirt off, the red silk contrasted beautifully against the vampire's pale skin.

He was a fussy bastard, and blood really was a bitch to clean out.

Turning back to Buffy, he sauntered toward her, his expression turning deeply predatorial as he got close enough for contact, but just shy of the length of the chains binding her. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to see you like this, Slayer?"

He reached out to trace a fingertip over her collarbone, his touch a horrible mockery of the gentleness of his former self, tipping up her chin with his fingers, leaning close enough for her to feel his cool breath against her face. "I bet it's about as long as you've wanted Angel boy to do it."

Darla point of view

The slayer's comment about being a toy amused Darla, perhaps she might just make the slayer a tool for pleasure in a game of sex with Angelus, or perhaps that might be too good for Buffy. She might enjoy the intense sexual pleasures the two vampires shared, unlike mortals who were bound by certain limits, there were none when she played with Angelus. Could Buffy handle it?

A smile played across her pale face just imagining the little blonde slayer naked in the cage that hung above the bed in the far corner. Perhaps later she might just test that theory and find out just what Buffy Summers was made of, but first there were other things Darla had in mind for her.

Looking her mate over, Darla knew he was pleased with what she had done when he kissed her passionately and removed his shirt. Giving Angelus pleasure was something she did because it brought her pleasure, it was not done out of love, Darla was incapable of feeling anything close to love. It was all lust, pain, blood, and passion with her and Angelus, it had been the foundation of their relationship for centuries.

It was everything she wanted to share with him now, in torturing and playing with Buffy, this was their moment to finally get what they wanted from the little blonde. Darla had her own personal reasons for the pain she wanted to cause Buffy, spanning back to that day so long ago when Angel had driven a stake through her heart to save Buffy. Thinking back on it now it still disguisted Darla, but how things had changed this time, Angel wasn't going to stand by Buffy. It was her dear boy that was involved now, and there was no chance he'd turn on Darla for the little slayer.

Buffy Summers was in more trouble than her little head could ever imagine.

Watching Angelus move closer to Buffy, Darla waited to see what he was going to do. She wanted him to play with the slayer, to have his fun, but she wasn't going to be left out. They could take turns with her, they could do it together, but there was no way she was just going to stand by and just watch...at least not for long.

Moving up behind Angelus, Darla moved closer to Buffy, enjoying the brave little act the slayer was trying to put on. Buffy could pretend she wasn't afraid all she wanted to, but the scent of fear coming off her body in waves gave her away. The little girl was terrified of just what the two of them were going to do to her, and with good reason. If Darla got her wish, she planned on torturing Buffy in every way imaginable and then some.

Moving across the room to the table beside the bed, Darla pulled open one of the drawers and rummaged through it looking for the perfect tool to start things off. Pulling out a knife and the leather whip, she returned to Angelus' side and offered them both out to him. "Would you like to start first darling, or shall I?"

Buffy point of view

Buffy turned her eyes away from the couple, not wanting to see them doing... whatever they were going to do. The two of them disgusted her, and she had no intention of watching anything between the two of them. She heard footsteps coming towards her however, and her eyes glanced upwards once more. They met with a bare-chested Angelus.

Once more, images of Angel flashed through her mind. Angel helping her train, Angel kissing her, Angel reading, Angel fighting... Why did such a sick, cruel monster have to be in the body of the one man Buffy loved? It was rather ironic, really.

Angelus took her chin in his fingers, and tilted it upwards, so that she was looking him square in the face. Buffy's eyes narrowed, and she jerked her head away, her eyes still remaining on his, as if it were a challenge of some kind. She was never one to back down from a challenge.

"Angel? To do what, this?" Buffy said incredulously, arching an eyebrow, disgust lacing every word. "I wouldn't long for anything close to this, and Angel wouldn't do something twisted like this." Buffy made a face as Angelus leaned into the slayer, his breath hot on her skin.

"Do you mind?" She said, looking up at him hatefully. She paused a moment, and then shook her head, smiling slightly. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." Suddenly, her knee shot up, driving into the place in between Angelus's legs. "But I do."

Buffy's attention was distracted from Angelus however, when she heard a drawer close. Her eyes moved from Angelus to Darla, and an involuntary shudder ran through her body as she saw a whip and a knife in Darla's hands. Okay, definitely not good. She swallowed, forcing herself to keep a passive form.

She had been through a lot of pain before, she could take this. Arms broken, legs broken, back screwing up, multiple punches, dislocations, stab wounds, stake wounds... Even vampire bites. (One of her least favorite things...) It would take quite a bit of control, but she could take it.

Right?